Friday, February 02, 2001

'Ticklish' is printed on one of the rubber bands I got for buying something at Old Navy. And I found the site by accident -- I wanted to know abut how the abdominal muscles and the obliques fit together over the ribcage. (The actual page I got in my results is an odd little story titled 'The Straight-Boy Tickle Trap', which was where I got the spark for the first part of the conversation in M/G at the Hotel Del.)

Even if the whole tied-up-and-tickled-against-one's-will aspect squicks you, it's worth checking out the site for the second warning page... Well, okay, so _I_ think it's funny. I'm also very, very strange, if you hadn't noticed.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:40 AM |

More Than You Ever Wanted to Know About Aikido. *Giggle* I like the Aikido Songbook, personally.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:43 AM |

You know... *Blinkblink* Being a fan of shounen-ai, I shoooould have recognized 'ai' as being 'love' or 'harmony' or something.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:44 AM |

I sort of wish I listened to the radio or watched MTV/VH1 more often. I've been (slooooowly) putting together Marc/Vic songs, and so far all I have are are a couple of for-certain songs and a handful of 'kinda' songs. 'Kinda' means that at least the chorus and maybe part of one or more verses applies... But overall it's not truly descriptive. The kinda catagory includes 'Kryptonite', 'Nasty Little Thoughts', and some others I can't remember 'cause my brother is hogging the phone line and I can't get to my file.

I would like to report that, despite my odd affinity for boy-bands, I don't think I have a single boy-band in the list. *Snicker* Boy-band songs would be for Conrad and Rick anyhow.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:00 PM |

About Old Navy...

They were having a sale, and they had these incredibly -soft- T-shirts, and... I guess I just couldn't help myself. *Small grin* So I bought a pretty buttercup-yellow one. I was thinking about going back today and getting a grey one or a blue one or something, if they still have them. The _nicest_ part of them is that they don't have Old Navy emblazoned across the chest. I'm happy to tell people that I bought it at ON, and that I like their shirts, but I don't want to pay them for the priviledge of advertising for them.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:09 PM |

Wai! I remember -this- page... I even remember the characters! Ganymede took Muldoone out with a sweep kick at TOSCH, I think, 'cause he was bugging Nicky (and then told him he couldn't come back for three weeks); and I edited the pic for Shits'n'Giggles, who... Gah. I remember them, just don't remember their purpose in life. Were they part of the C... C... Oh, piffle. The story line with the cult leader, and the David Bowie picture... *Snicker* Jeeze, he makes Konamasi sound like the worst parts of L.A. from Gibson's universe, doesn't he? It's really a very nice city.

And I MISS my city! I miss TOSCH, and Nicky and Ethe, and Ang and Muls and _everybody_. I miss the Skwerp, too, though I can live forever without infighting.

This is... I knew this would happen, some day. That it would all end. I tried to prepare myself for it, but it still hurts to not have that resource at my fingertips. It's not that it made writing any easier (well, it _did_, but... in a different way), but that it made character development and plot-twists easier. It's _so_ much more fun, and so much easier to find out what a character would do in a given situation, or when thrown into a particular set of circumstances when you don't have to figure out how both sides would act. _Particularly_ when one character isn't yours to begin with...

That's why I've been having trouble with the Val/Vis slash I've been trying to write, I think. I don't _know_ Vis, and the other day I missed RPing so badly I thought I was going to scream. I simply _needed_ to sit down in front of a screen and literally bounce Val off of Scrubby's Vis until I could see how they fit together. I'd still love to, but I've got a little bit of a start, now.

It's the same way with Dom, but a little less-so. I know Dom's dominant personality trait is 'meaner'n a snake with a toothache', which helps... But I -also- know that he can't _possibly_ be a one-note character. I know he likes fast cars, and younger girls, but I don't know a lot of things about him. What he eats for breakfast. What brand of skates he wears (and Dom _would_ care about that little detail), what kind of sticks he prefers (probably not wooden), where he goes when he wants a beer and a good steak sandwich. I don't know how he decorates his condo (but I know he's got a condo! And a cleaning woman! *Grin*) , I don't even know if he -does- decorate it.

On the other hand, I know a hell of a lot about Marc and Vic. I know that Vic is allergic to cats, and that Marc once had a cat. I know that Vic loves oatmeal, and Marc would rather have eggs. Victor likes riding his bicycle more than riding in a car, and that he probably can't drive very well anymore... Marc will walk if it's not too far (less than a mile), and if the weather is nice. They occasionally coach a Wee Weasels hockey team for 6-8-year-olds, which includes their neighbor Colette.

They like to use wooden sticks, Marc plays farther up than Vic usually does, and they've never managed to make it to the NHL All-Star game. They each own at least a half-dozen replica jerseys featuring the others name, along with enough team-related clothing to last them a month without doing laundry. Marc seems to be a little more careless with his gear than Vic is, but it's not as if he renders it unusable. Vic would rather sleep next to the window. Marc likes window seats on planes, while Vic prefers the center or aisle. Marc is a pretty dyslexic guy, and Victor is, too (but he doesn't know it). Marc is much more of a kid -- he wants to watch cartoons and read comics (or look at the pictures in magazines) while Vic prefers to absorb far more words. Fortunately, though, he likes cartoons, too.

Vic collects rocks. Marc doesn't really collect anything, except maybe hockey sticks, and he might have collected hockey cards as a kid.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:42 PM |

Thu, Feb 1, 2001

I am grateful for:

-- My mother
-- My house
-- My friends. Few they may be, but loyal and fierce!
-- The fact that I -am- a good friend.
-- Soap.
-- Fiction. (Lois McMaster Bujold is writing a new book, yaaaaaaay!)
-- Value Village, Wal-Mart, Costco/Sam's Club, and TitleWave.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:45 PM |

Hi. I'm an idiot. I went and got the songlist. It goes Song-Artist-Album...

Just How Lonely -- Southern Culture On The Skids -- Liquored Up And Lacquered Down

If You Only Knew (Who's In Love With You) -- The Mavericks -- Songs For All Occasions

Tempted (By The Fruit Of Another) [kinda] -- I've never known who does that song. I don't think I ever _WILL_. Gah.

Kryptonite [kinda] -- 3 Doors Down -- ?

Timber, I'm Falling In Love -- Patty Loveless -- ?

No One Has To Know -- Spain -- ?

Could I Be [kinda] --Wood/Would -- ?
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:48 PM |

I think official food websites are funny... It's like food shows on TV. What's the point? You still can't eat it...

I love coconut Pocky.

I'm cold, and posting random sentence fragments.

*Whine* I wanna go somewhere and do something... *Eyes the clock* I guess I could leave now, and swing by the Dimond Center before going to get Molly-chan....
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:12 PM |

A Night In The Box, Rev. Horton Heat. Go get it, and sing and bounce along. *Grin* Great album. No, it doesn't have anything to do with hockey, save for the fact that he mentions Texas, and Texas has at least one hockey team.

 

I went to Mammoth Music today to alleviate my bored-and-uninspired state, looking for Southern Culture On The Skids' Liquored Up and Lacquered Down on casette tape. I couldn't find that, but I found A Night In The Box and Space Heater by Horton Heat. I grabbed 'em and zoomed up to the counter, thinking that I'll be out of there in plenty of time to get to Polaris and get a spot right in front of the front doors.

The guy behind the counter looks at me, smiles, and says, "Hey! I haven't seen you in forever! How've you been?" I tell him I'm fine, and that I -have- been there recently... He wasn't in the store at the time, though, so it seemed to him to have been forever and a day. -Then-, he picks up my tapes and starts taking them out of their antishoplifting doodads, only to suddenly stop, look at me, and ask if I've ever listened to Social Distortion. I try to tell him that I think I have, a very few songs, and he kind of runs over my words -- "No, no, not Social D, the -guy- from Social D. Um." He eventually remembers/is told the guy's name, and says, "Hey, do you have a minute? I wanna show you something!"

I say sure, 'cause I do. He drags me down to the N section, finds Mike Ness' Cheating at Solitaire, takes it back to the counter, opens it, hands it to me, and all but shoves me in the direction of the listening stations they've got set up. So I go, listen for a few minutes (I really liked 'I'm In Love With My Car') and then I need to go so I take it back to him.

He asks me, "Like? Didn't Like? Not Sure?" I tell him "Like, can't afford at the moment." He's happy with that. Then he's all flustered because he's never introduced himself to me, when I've spent so much time (and money) in the store... So we shake hands, and I learn that his name is Brian.

Then Brian wants to know if I like hard guitars with a little bluesy stuff thrown in, and I tell him I'm really strange, and he says, "Yeah, I've seen your taste in music. You're -very- eclectic."

So I tell him that I'd very happily buy Barenaked Ladies, N'Sync, Godsmack, and Horton Heat all at once. Then he wants to know if I've heard the new BNL album, and did I like it? He'd been afraid they'd fallen into pop hell, but he was very pleased with it. And then, to top it all off, he gave me a dollar off my purchase 'cause I'd only handed him 22 dollars, _and_ told me that next time I had an hour or more to kill that I should come in and tell him so, 'cause he has this list of music he wants to share with me...

*Shakes head* It was -weird-, but I'm into wierd. And it was _so_, SO good to go into a store where I was greeted, -remembered- for something besides my unique appearance, and treated like everyone else. Or maybe not _just_ like everyone else, but at least as -well- as anyone else that might have walked in the door. And not to be laughed at for my taste in music!

Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:33 PM |

Today was Doughnut Day. I bought good Dino's doughnuts and even have two left! Yay me.

 

I also have Pocky (coconut and regular), pink-frosted sugar cookies from Pastries Plus (the best damn mass-produced cookies I have eaten in my life), and more pecan sweets than I can eat at one sitting. Plus, I have Amish Cinnamon Bread in the works (it has to sit on the counter for about ten days, in varying stages of liquidity, before you can bake it), -and- the essentials for making two pans of fudge; one in chocolate and one in vanilla/white chocolate. I've never made white chocolate fudge, before... should be interesting.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:34 PM |

I completely forgot that today was groundhog day. *Blink* Not like it matters, since I live in Alaska, and we'd still have six more weeks of winter no matter -what-.

We're finally _having_ winter, up here. It had snowed earlier this season, but then the very next day (or sometimes immediately after the snow stopped falling), the wind would shift to the south, temperatures would rise, and the snow would either melt, blow away, or both. There wasn't any snow for Christmas, which was just _bizarre_. It never got below zero for all of January, which is also unusual.

It snowed night before last and part of Thursday, with a total accumulation of about eight inches on the hill where I live. Other parts of town had between five and eight.

The city didn't bother to plow out the huge turn lane that leads up to Mme. Jean's neighborhood, and I was _so_ thankful that we were driving my mother's all-wheel-drive car... I got into the turn lane, and the deep snow just sucked the car over. I thought we were going to go down over the embankment for sure... Heh. Doubly fortunately, the embankment isn't terribly steep (I think it's designed for just such an emergency, as it's on the outside of this huge sweeping curve), so we probably would not have rolled, _and_ the snow was -so- deep that we expended most of our momentum through friction between the underside of the car and the burm... That and the street lights along that stretch are about a quarter mile apart, so we wouldn't have hit any of those.

Once we were stopped and had recovered, I just put the car into low and crawled right along... The city had also decided not to plow the roads in Mme. Jean's neighborhood, either, so that was fun. I just left the car in low.

My drive downtown to fetch my mother was perfectly uneventful, excluding the time I got all sidetracked by the first four lines of Goin' Maniac on Space Heater and missed the fact that the guy ahead of me was stopping... But I didn't run into him! Didn't have to go up on the sidewalk, either.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:36 PM |

A friend of mom's gave her two tickets to the UAA/Wisconsin game tomorrow night, because he has a high-school hockey fundraiser that he has to go to and can't use them. When she tried to reimburse him, he told her that she didn't need to and that it was good enough for him that there were fans in the seats. He seems like a very cool guy.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:38 PM |

Why am I not surprised that my attempts to be removed from the Get Out Of Credit Card Debt Now!!!!! spamlist have met with nothing but failure? I've gotten like, -five- of them in the last three days. Grr.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:27 PM |

From The Oh, Yeah, I Know What I Was Going To Say... File:

I got asked the weirdest question at CluelessUSA last Friday: "Is that real?"

*Blinkblink*

Fortunately, it didn't strike me as absurdly funny until _after_ I left the store, so I just said 'yep', got my reciept and item, and left. Then, on my way home, I really thought about what she'd asked me, and started to laugh. Why _wouldn't_ it be real? I almost turned around and went back to ask her... What would be the point to it -not- being real?

And from the Misc Stats bureau:

Women are more likely to ask me about or comment upon it point-blank; males are more likely to stare, snicker, and whisper to their friends. Teen girls are more likely to stare and then giggle loudly. Little children will often just stare quietly. Babies will smile at me if I smile at them.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:16 PM |

I think that I'm going to take my Slogan T-shirts to a shop here in town and get them to do the iron-on letter thing, 'cause Sharpies just aren't cutting it for me. I want people to be able to read what's written there...

I know there's a place here in town that will make custom jerseys, and if I can ever _find_ them again, I'm going to look into getting a whole set of Krushers jersies made. (A 'whole set' being three, four, or possibly five -- Marc, Vic and Val, of course, possibly Vis and Dom. Maybe even a Hamilton one, just for kicks...)

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:41 PM |

*Blinkblink* *Giggle* Hey, Scrubby... I keep threatening to tell my father that I'm moving to DC to join the Lesbian Separatist Nationals... Maybe I'll just tell him I'm joining The Collective instead. *Is evil and more or less unrepentant* And that I'm going to start the process to have SRS... Bwahaha... *Would not go _THAT_ far* *Does love her Dear Faaaather, even if it's hard to tell*

I think the biggest thing that got to me about The Collective (at first) is that it, like most things involving things I don't have, doesn't include me. But feeling that way is/was simply MY problem, and mine alone.

And after thinking, -really- thinking and not just reacting, about it, it makes perfect sense that it doesn't include me. After all, I'm not _there_, and proximity counts for a hell of a lot in situations like that. Duh. So now I feel better.

I'm making an awful lot of assumptions, here, aren't I? Yeah. But it's either that, or go hurtling over the cliff straight into vitriolic despair, and I'd really rather not. (I've done that once this week, thanks.)

I -don't- want to sound, or come off as sounding accusatory, or nasty, or snotty, or mean, or petty. I _do_ want to say _some_thing about it, though. I don't know -what-, precisely... Good luck? Hope it works? *Snerk* And I keep trying _not_ to think about what to expect when I come down in June (provided my sanity holds that long... hee.).

It's... I never expected to actually -know- anyone in a situation like The Collective's'. The Collectivite's'? Collectivians! Whatever, I didn't think it'd be something I'd ever learn about from having a friend on the inside, so to speak.

Then again, I never expected to learn about Slash, or to like hockey, or a lot of other things.

So anyhow. I'm glad you're all more or less happy, and that things are going well.

I need to go to bed... *Yawn* Tomorrow is Saturday! I can sleep in! And Maybe get some smut done!

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:42 PM |

Monday, January 29, 2001

About Webset Designers...

I wonder if she's just afraid of finding out that someone can make her stuff look better than it did when she first came up with it, and if she thinks her stuff has to be _perfect_ the first time...?

I do not consider myself to be -the- pinnacle of web-set design, so I can make you a set you can tweak to your heart's delight, if you want me to. Just tell me what you want...

 

I have turned into my father, of late. Every statement is prefaced with I can't or I couldn't or I (fill-in-the-negative-blank.

I kinda wish I could afford therapy. Part of me wishes I could just kill myself and get it over with (but in this case, "I can't" is probably a really _really_ good way to start that sentence.) The rest of me just wants to stay home forever. I don't want to have anything to do with any other person on the face of the earth with the possble exceptions of my immediate family and Scrubby and Reesa and probably Ev's girlfriend, 'cause she's cool.

I just feel... Useless. My value to society at large is pretty much negligble, and my value to ECA is... Well. -I- think it's considerably more than most of the students do. I swear, the day they make me cry, I am _NOT_ going back to work. I've already told Norma that, and I intend to stick to it. When they make me cry, they've broken my spirit and I'm not taking any more of their shit.

I have a lot I'd like to say about it, I have questions I'm dying to ask, but I don't think I'll ever say a word, here. Or that if I do, it'll be in a way that will be difficult to get to the comments. I... They're so damned _happy_, it would really be petty and stupid and just plain fucking _mean_ to do or say anything to take that away from them.

I think it's just PMS. That's what I keep telling myself, anyhow.

I care too much about things that no one else devotes a split-second's worth of time or attention to. I really wish I could be different, that I was as stupid and boorish and shallow and apathetic as everyone else is. I've tried, but I always feel bad afterwards... I just _can't_ not-care. I mean, why shouldn't I just blithely wander into parkinglots without looking? It's the drivers of the car that are responsible for watching where they're going, right? I shouldn't get so upset when the onus of keeping other people alive/uninjured falls on me, 'cause it's _obviously_ _MY_ fucking responsibility to make sure _I_ don't run over anyone.

It's _MY_ fucking responsibility to be incredibly, inordinately psychic and know just what every other fucking human on this miserable little dirtball is going to do.

 

It's so obviously my fucking responsibility to make sure that everyone at ECA can do their work. Well, actually, it is. However, most of them are MORE than old enough to read and follow the directions on a box of macaroni and cheese, I think it's NOT too fucking much to ask that they fucking read for fucking comprehension. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. *Ahem* *Blush* Er, sorry.

 

Fucking responsibility. I'd like to fuck it, just throw it all over and walk away. I fucking can't.

 

I have got to find someone to take over for me. I don't think I can do this again next year.

 

Morons. Imbeciles. Mush-brained, feather-headed, know-nothing goons.

Hate them.

Hate all people.

 

Moving to the moon next Monday.

Well, okay, _most_ people. The exceptions know who they are.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:44 PM |

Now for something completely different!

When his eyes began to give him trouble, a guy in the Czech Republic went to his ophthalmologist in Prague. The doctor showed the patient the eye chart, displaying the letters CVKPNWXSCZ.

"Can you read that?" the doctor asked.

"Can I read it?" the Czech replied. "I used to date his sister!"

 

Yeah, it's bad. But it's also funny. *Snicker*

Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:48 PM |

Sunday, January 28, 2001

Why is this my life? (Thu, Jan 25, 2001)

 

My father, instead of just fixing the fucking head gasket(s) on my car, buys me a new one. Well, new-old. The newer car needs work too, because one of the valve guides is loose and so it pings with each stroke of the piston.

I have lost the CD case that has most, if not all, of my favorite CDs in it. This includes but is not limited to Sai-Kyou, FatBoy Slim (Long Way, Baby), TMBG's Apollo 18, probably No Strings Attached, and a host of others that I like but can't recall.

I just now found my newest green nailie, after spending twenty minutes looking for it and then giving up. It was in my bloody chair, the very chair in which I currently have my cranky fat ass.

Reesa thinks _she_ has problems with underwear that merely unravels...

I've been pretty happy with the Hanes I've worn over the years, though mine seem prone to developing huge holes across the front panel. And they apparently have some kind of new minerals added to them, because my dog keeps _eating_ my underwear! No, it's not that time of the month, which would _explain_ why she wants to eat it. She just... Does. _And_ in addition to consuming nearly an entire pair, she tore up my favorite blue polka-dotted shorts to the point where I simply have to throw them out, AND she tore a big hole in the back of one of my favorite chamois shirts! If I wouldn't miss her so much, I swear I'd trade her to the Gypsies for something useful, like a goldfish.

All I, the Useless Wonder, seem to be able to do is sit around and whine. Well, and write, a little. Occasionally. Sometimes. Kinda. And fix computers. Sometimes.

I spent most of yesterday convinced it was the twenty-fifth. I then, of course, thought today was the twenty-sixth. I -did- get paid and recieved my W2, so yay.

I can't think of a single thing that I think I can do with any success, with the exceptions of dressing myself, tying my shoes on my own, and the fact that I can walk and chew gum at the same time. I can't think of anything that I do well enough to earn me large sums of money.

I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you call me?

Bleah.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:08 AM |

(Fri, Jan 26, 2001)

Well, -this- is a fine fuck-you-very-much... *Grump* I'm beginning to loathe yahoo. They're... I don't know. Ever since they merged with GeoCities (a pus-ridden festering blob of craptacular websites, with the notable exception of The HMS Whinyboat, of course), they've just gotten on my very last nerve. And NOW they've merged with eGroups and couldn't even be bothered to send an Oh-By-The-Way... message. And this happened in frigging AUGUST! I have been to the site a few times between August and _now_, and I never saw word one about any of this.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:09 AM |

(Sat, Jan 27, 2001)

I. HATE. Listening. To. Carl and Karl. On. WCL. The talking-over-one-another thing is funny for about three seconds, and then it just sucks.

West Coast Live, on its own, kicks much ass. And I need serious help... Too much X/S slash!

 

(Sat, Jan 27, 2001)

Speaking of slash, Chocolatey Goodness has been updated, yum. I wrote some quasi-smut, featuring Mercy and Grace. And now I'm gonna go tweak my Tums pages, in between poking around in various blogs... (Including but not limited to: Xeney's Bad Hair Days, Surfing In Sitka, and... whatever else I find.)

Speaking of Blogs, what the hell happened to my archives? I'm missing the stuff I posted between about Dec. 27th and the first of the year... Aren't I? I think I am...

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:10 AM |

(Sun, Jan 28, 2001)

So it's Superbowl Sunday. So what? So... Today, I am a twice-damned heathen, 'cause I'm not going to church and I'm not watching football. Ha! And Ha! again, I say! *Snerk* Remember what I said about childishness, Scrubby?

 

Anyhow. Important News: I -updated- Tums. Not the blog, but I added a couple of new pieces, niether of which are finished (M/V: Before Vic Knew and M/G: M/G At the Hotel Del), fixed _all_ of the links on all of the fic, and added two blog links and an email link to the bottom of Tums.

Speaking of Tums... I was at TitleWave yesterday, poking around in the Writing/Reference section like I always do, and I found a book about writing erotica. I didn't buy it because it wasn't... It was too dry and too...focused on the porn side of things, I guess. I don't know. Part of it was that it was far too straight, which is weird enough in itself. The rest of it was... It wasn't -fun- enough, or something. Maybe that was it. I'm too used to sex with humor (I know, I know, that -doesn't- explain Ko and Meyers...), I guess, and I'd rather have a book that gives me suggestions on improving leavened with funny stuff. Or at least a loving respect, or something. So I didn't buy the writing erotica book, and I'm still looking.

Crosswinds is letting me login again, but I don't know that I want to trust my stuff to them again. *Glower* And I need to fix my link to my private gallery at ElfWood, but I don't have anything to-- Ooh, that's not true! It's not very good, but I could upload part of what I did in art on Friday... Hmm.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:11 AM |

I want a doughnut. I want several. This has nothing to do with having purchased Trigun: The Second Donut *Happy Pack* on Friday... *Grin* That's a fun CD. It has quite a few snips of dialogue from the anime on it, in Japanese. I can't understand all of them, in fact, it's more like not understaning ninety-six percent of them. But I -do- recognize a lot of them, and I know what a good half of the recognized ones mean.

 

Speaking of doughnuts, I had a thought about the whole sugar-thing. When I went to see Dr. Koval (my new Endo), I asked her about having a desperate need (to the point of needing complex carbs and only being able to tolerate putting sweets in my mouth) for sugar, and she suggested that I start on Clomid, as most women reported a sharp drop in their cravings with it. (I thiiiiiink it was Clomid. Maybe it was Glucophage. One of them, anyhow.)

Anyhow. Maybe the whole eating-M&Ms-and-not-stopping thing is related more to out-of-balance hormones than anything else. *Shrug* Not being a trained professional, it's probably best to present it to one's GP/Endo/Nutritionist/whatever as a question. All I know is that -my- body's so weird that if it were -me-, it wouldn't surprise me if it -were- hormones.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:12 AM |

Er, and the 'them' in the paragraph about the Trigun CD refers to individual words, not dialogue snips. I have no idea where the dialogue comes from.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:14 AM |

Hockey Injury Update:

Poor Al MacInnis! He took an accidental high-stick in last night's game and had to get his left eyelid stitched up. No, I don't know why I feel compelled to note this, other than I really like MacInnis. More of the story can be found here, at Yahoo's NHL section, one of the few things they've done right. (And I have to say that while I also really like the Sharks, Sutter should have phrased that comment a little more carefully. It looks like he's -happy- that MacInnis was hurt... Which he may be, God knows -I'm- not privy to Sutter's thoughts...)

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:15 AM |

In Other Hockey News...

Vic's leg still hurts. *Pats him* I should write up the whole post-cast thing that's been bouncing around my head for the last week... And Marc's feeling all deprived and stuff... *Snerk* He won't be, in a little while... I have another 'Family: A M/V Torture Piece'-style invasion that's been bugging me, too. I should bring _everyone's_ family into the picture, and stuff as many people into their little house as I can...

I've been thinking that maybe this season could be the season that the Krushers not only get to the playoffs, but actually _win_. Everything. Conn Smythe, Norris, Byng and Stanley. Maybe even President's, though that's not all that necessary -- the Blues won it last year and they lost to the Sharks in the playoffs (which, if you ask me, was pretty damn cool. The Blues just sort of steamrolled everyone, and then the Sharks tripped them up... Granted, San Jose didn't make it past the next round, but they at least tried. And this year, I want the Avs to win, just so that Borque can get a ring before he decides to retire... He deserves one, I think. Hell, he's as old as Guy Carbonneau!).

Anyway. I was thinking that it would be nice for Marc and Vic to get _something_ spiffy out of this season, between missing the All-Star game for the third or fourth (or maybe even fifth, I'm not sure...) year in a row, all the linemate-juggling they've endured, and Vic's broken leg... They haven't had much fun.

 

Gah! Speaking of writing things, I need to write that Vis/Val I was threatening... *Ponder* I'm thinking maybe a PWP, just for the maximum of convienience for all involved... *Hides* *Blink* The funny thing is, all I'm getting from _Val_ is amusement. He's got an arm around Sophie (which reminds me that I need to transcribe that bit of Val/Sophie I wrote... Now, which notebook did I write it in?), but he's just kind of smirking at the idea of himself sleeping with Vis... *Eyes Val suspiciously* Stop that. *Pokes him* -Someone- has to be straight around here, without being either promiscuous, a complete asshole, or both.

-And- he's not protesting, either. No "I just think it's funny, that's all", or "It's ridiculous to think that Vis would want to sleep with me, or vice-versa. Of _course_ I'm gonna think it's funny."... Gah. I just live here, I have no idea where these people come from... *Waves a hand* Yeesh.

Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:16 AM |

Hungry. Must do laundry and another apology note to Nummy Treats 'cause the first one bounced. *Thwaps Crosswinds* Who told you to send to yahoogroups.crosswinds.net? *Wanders off*
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:18 AM |